Jeanne didn't know where to start or if she even had to. Still, she found herself in a situation where she had to provide an explanation and therefore, she didn't have a choice. In short, it wouldn't be as complicated as she might imagine in the worst case, the woman would just report them and in the best case, she would be sure to be able to stay with her sister.Her dad always told her that bets weren't good but now, she had to do it hoping her dad wouldn't be too upset.Jeanne sighs and looks at Emma sleeping peacefully, she has just been born but she has already had a good dose of adventures, which she knows would not have happened to just anyone. She smiles from the belly of this woman her little Emma has always been wonderful and it was not about to change.She turned her attention back to the woman who was waiting for an explanation and told herself that in a way, she was right. It is not common to find an 11-year-old child in the vicinity of her house with an infant in her arms
After this night, which she would describe as providential, Jeanne discovered that the camp in which she had ended up stopping was that of immigrants who had fled wars in their country.The state and the city of Central had allocated this land to them so that people from their country could come and live there until the situation at home calmed down and they could return.Of course, it didn't always go as well as they wanted because the native inhabitants often showed xenophobia against them. The small community of ''El Pazo'' is an area that was often subject to attacks from young people of the city who liked to come and intimidate the inhabitants of this small community.The many gangs that had developed here came to impose taxes on them that they had to pay if some wanted to continue to carry out their businesses and activities.The police and the authorities who said they were much too overwhelmed could do nothing for them so they ended up marginalized and exploited by the natives;
Nancy had rushed to their side taking Emma's temperature on the back of her hand. And indeed, the little one was really burning with fever, at this level we could no longer simply speak of a moderate rise in temperature, no it was a real horse fever."Run quickly and get me a thermometer"Jeanne trembling from head to toe had taken a relatively long moment of reaction which annoyed Nancy. Even if she could understand that the teenager was going through a difficult time in her life, she did not want this to impact on the future, she had to be reactive immediately to provide care for her sister."Jeanne"The latter had jumped, Nancy's voice finally reaching her brain, she looked panicked at Nancy who clapped both hands in front of her face.“Do you understand yourself? You mustn't pass this worry on to Emma, she's in enough pain already… now you calm down and go get me the thermometer… then you go get Uncle Renzo and bring him here understood? »Jeanne, who was shaking like a leaf, jus
Renzo had finished preparing a concoction for Emma while the little girl, much smaller than children of her age if we had to compare, was in her sister's arms.The latter could well feel the heat emanating from her sister's body and it frightened her. The temperature she felt at her touch was already such that she was suffocating so she can't even imagine what her little Emma must be feeling. But in her way of moaning, she must be in a lot of pain and it makes her want to cry.She kissed her forehead trying to sing her lullabies but her sister continued to writhe in pain, her flushed skin making her image even more ominous.Renzo made her drink the medicine which she imagined to be bitter given the way Emma twisted her face. But she was forced to drink it all and once done, after a few minutes, the temperature began to drop, Jeanne heaving a reassuring sigh.Emma went back to sleep as the other people in the room were about to go home."Here Nancy when she wakes up make her drink this
Emma had been blowing hot and cold with her condition for a week, they had already tried everything from drugs for malaria, urinary infection, typhoid fever and even teething, women around , Renzo and even the men were all hard at work to bring a solution to the illness of their little princess as they liked to call Emma in the camp. She was the youngest in El Pazo, arrived when she was just a newborn, everyone saw her grow up, she slept in everyone's tents according to her moods and called all the old grandpa or granny. She was the child of the whole camp and when their baby was sick, they were all sad. They had even saved up to send her to a hospital in Central, but since her birth certificate had a note that she was a resident of the camp, the doctors had been reluctant to see her, saying that they couldn't. didn't have time. That's when Jeanne understood that social marginalizations were aberrations, a visibly dying child stood before them and they still had to discriminate among
Sometime later, the doctor who had softened in contact with the inhabitants of the small community had returned several times and had even taken a liking to the community offering regular visits to examine the inhabitants.For many, it was thanks to Emma their little blessing.Speaking of the latter, she had vaguely recovered the aggravated symptoms of the disease had disappeared. However, the doctor continued to follow her, Jeanne asking him questions as time passed.One thing that caught her attention was the difficulty Emma now had in expressing herself normally. It was as if her tongue was far too heavy for her mouth and made articulating words difficult. Her voice was deep and the words felt heavy to listen to. It was not normal.“That's what I said a month ago… cases of bacterial meningitis cause sequelae which may differ depending on the individual… for others they will have mental confusion, these are the cases where this does not happen. It's not very serious but there's like
Despite the huge tuition fees, Jeanne had not given up hope of putting Emma in a special school, especially when her sister came back in the evening with scratches on her face.Every time she asked, Emma just shook her head Jeanne thought it was because both of them hadn't mastered sign language yet. It had only been two months since Doctor Valum's friend had arrived at their camp. The majority of the locals had wanted to learn because they didn't want to be left out of possible communication with Emma.Only the old folks and a few others found it unnecessary because you didn't have to learn to sign to communicate feelings. Cliché apologies like Sebastian used to say.Emma was in kindergarten, and even if she had told her teacher not to worry because Emma's handicap was not going to impact the education she was going to give to the other students, she was certain that her teacher would have been reluctance and kind of rejection towards her sister.But she preferred to stay positive ima
The sky seemed to have lost its blue for more than six months since Nancy had died. This woman had been a grace to the Clark sisters and now that she thought about it, Jeanne couldn't help but think that maybe she should have spent more time with the woman instead of always running after the money.With Nancy's death, she had discovered a fact. Humans were worth more than money. But she had to work to ensure a future for her sister, she told herself. On the other, she took full measure of many things in her life. She had ruined her relationship with Sebastian because of her indifference to things around her and the same indifference had also led to her not noticing that Nancy was feeling bad. She had to change course if only for Emma.But even so, she was helpless. The reason, she was not at school with her and knew nothing of what was going on there. Emma said nothing to her even when she insisted she did not confide. It looked like everything was fine at school but even she knew it w
Marriage, if someone had spoken to me about that a few more weeks ago, I would have started to cry, regretting having lost Michaël. But now as I'm in this room waiting for the bride's entrance music to play, I feel like I'm in a dream. I've had time to fix all my wrongs on the people I've hurt and now I can say with certainty that I'm ready to live the life that comes my way. After talking to Charlotte, I went to see Cherry. I had been so unfair to her by not allowing her to get to know each other, yet it was her dearest wish for two reasons. I am the woman his best friend is in love with and I am the best friend of the woman she is in love with. It was a bit funny these relations between us, just to say that I occupied an important place in her life without even having already spoken to her. So I went to their apartment, they were living together and because of Cherry's career, they had decided to have a common-law relationship even though a baby was in discussion. They wante
The next morning, Aden was at our doorstep. As soon as he saw me he jumped on me, lifting me up and down. I laughed at his ardor before he dropped me off. But at the same time, I heard a moan of pain as Aden complained. We looked to find Kyle frowning as he just punched Aden. "But what's your problem?" "You're the guy who was supposed to be received by the Emir I think, Aden Logan if I'm not mistaken... but who allowed you to touch my mother? You should keep your hands on you, mom belongs to Dad...” Aden felt a vein pulsate on his forehead, this rascal, he looks like his cunt father, both are so harmful. "Who are you to my mother?" Aden remained silent, he looked at Emma and smiled, he could have teased this brat and at the same time provoked his father by saying that he is the one who could have been their father, but good times when he liked to be petty are gone, now he's more mature and he's given up on the idea of hooking up with Emma one day. He stroked Kyle's head d
Indeed, I had never had an ultrasound so I couldn't imagine that I was expecting two children instead of one. But listening to Michaël I could only realize the baseness of my character as a mother. I had promised myself that I would never do as my mother did, which was to abandon my child, but that's exactly what I did. And I think I did worse because I disowned him, making him cry. My jealousy and anger kept me from thinking and I made horrible and unfair decisions. Manuel grew up without his mother, I understand his speech the day before. I was pathetic, I don't know how to be forgiven. I looked up at my boys on the bed and saw Manuel holding out his hands to me. " Mom..." I sobbed running to him as I hugged him, almost smothering him in my embrace. I've been so unfair, I don't know if I could ever make it up to you but I would do anything to erase the pain of my absence from my baby's heart. I'm going to be the mother he's been missing all this time. I beg your pardon
Kyle hung up before seeing his father bring him a meal tray. He made a face not understanding this silly smile before sighing remembering that it was his parent. "Hello my prince" " Good morning" Michael sighed, it won't be easy at all. "I brought you your breakfast, are you coming?" “I can feed myself you know” “I know it but I want to make sure you take your medicine” "Do I need to take it all the time? Frankly" Michaël smiled, he betrayed himself so easily, it was so adorable. “You have persistent asthma. For this, your pediatrician has asked that you follow a controlled treatment, which means that you will always have to take medication to avoid having severe attacks..." Michaël's eyes widened, if Manuel's meds are here then he won't have taken them since yesterday which means... " Shit" "Don't swear in front of a kid, I'll beg you" Michaël got up rubbing his hair before sighing. "Tell me where your brother is" Kyle almost choked before looking at his father. "W
I sat watching Kyle diligently eat his vegetables wondering what this drastic change was. My boy hates vegetables more than anything, but this seems to have always been his favorite meal. **Baby do you like it that much?** “Yes Mom, you are the best cook in the world” I blushed when my usually reserved son had just paid me such a nice compliment. ** Thank you, my heart..** Manuel had red cheeks, his mom is exactly as his father had described her. She is beautiful and sweet, and he also finds her cute. He wanted to have these magnificent freckles on his face but he is already considered the prettiest boy in his school so he'll settle for that degree of beauty. "Hey mum... do you have a boyfriend?" I nearly choked as my son looked at me seriously. He seemed to be waiting for that answer as if his life depended on it, where did that come from? Manuel wanted to be reassured that his mother remained faithful to his father despite the distance and the separation, not that he would
Kyle sat in Manuel's room wondering when his dad...their dad was coming back. He looked at his twin's bedside table and saw the photo of their younger parents. Emma who looked at Michaël with tenderness and the latter who seemed to dedicate a cult of adoration to the girl. He sighed, the man seemed to adore their mother but why did they separate to the point where his mother left in a panic without even imagining that she had made twins and was therefore abandoning a child? Something must have happened, Manuel doesn't know the reason for this separation either, the only thing he told him was that each time his father answered him that it was his fault that his mother was gone. Because he was not up to her. It's way too vague, he needs to know the real details, but if it turns out that it was really because his dad is a bad guy, he'll just find a simple way to protect their mum, and no more hurt his little brother. Manuel also needs their mother, it hurt him to see his brother c
" Dad?" Michael looked at his son not wanting to give him false hope. He knows how much he misses his mother and how much he would like to find his brother, but he just can't tell him that he is going to find his mother and brother without any real hope. So he'll just keep his excitement to himself and go see what's going on in Tartar. "I just got an important call from Tartar, I'm going to have to go on a business trip tonight and..." "Can I come with you?" Michaël bit his lip, each time he had to make this kind of trip, he always took his son with him but this time, he is afraid that Manuel cannot stand the extremely hot climate of Tartar and that he will relapse. Manuel has been in fragile health since birth and he always made sure he got the best treatment. He is not sure that Tartar will have excellent technical platforms like here so he hesitates. "Please Dad..." He doesn't like it when his son looks at him with those big lamb eyes, he can't refuse him anything. "Good
The room was gloomy, all the employees around the meeting table had lowered their heads in fear of their president's cold gaze as he read the pile of documents in front of him. He had put a hand to his cheek studying the data presented to him as the people around waited fearfully for him to speak. He was known to be ruthless and was quick to get rid of people he found unnecessary. He was nicknamed the big devil, nobody wanted to attract his attention, and they did not know what he could do as he was unpredictable. He was only 27 years old but he imposed a charisma and an overwhelming aura so much that no one could retort at his word. The meeting had been going on for four hours and many hadn't even had lunch yet, but they weren't allowed to complain. He doesn't like noise and hates people complaining. This is Michaël Keller, CEO of the Keller-Clark group. Indeed, a few years earlier, Jeanne had had enough of all this business, especially since Victor had decided to join his fa
Jeanne and Fabian arrived with their two children. Fabian was carrying the baby, a little boy and Joshua was holding his mother's hand excited to see Emma's children, but especially Emma. "Ah, I can't believe my baby has become a mother in her turn" "Indeed and to say that she was expecting twins..." “Her fiancé is a pervert” "Honey, who teaches you such bad words?" " I am very clever" Jeanne sighed in front of her son while Fabian just smiled. They arrived in the hospital room finding Michaël in all his states and no trace of Emma, nor the babies “Mica?” Michaël turned away tearfully as he looked at Jeanne guiltily. A few minutes earlier, after reassuring himself that his second son, who was born more fragile than the other, had been examined by the pediatrician, he returned with him to rest him in his crib with his twin brother. But to his great misfortune, Emma was no longer in the room and neither was their son. He panicked seeing papers on the bed, when he became